Abundant sadness
And hatred and shame;
No hope,
No light showing the end.
It makes me tired...
The exhausting,
Mundane
Routine
Of waking up and trying to forget,
Of surviving the passing days,
Of putting on a show
For the benefit of others...
I'm tired.
Will you help me?
My hands are weak
And the knife is too heavy,
But I want to embrace life
And be done.